Rebecca's Reports (2)

[madimpossibledreamer]

Main Points: Assassin's Creed/The Secret World
Summary: Hey, Sonnac, it’s me, your old favorite. Reports enclosed on my observations, written by only the best, the brightest, the sexiest agent we have, yours truly, as ordered, etc. -R.C.
*Templar Bees often get greeted with a teasing or envious “you’re Sonnac’s new favorite”.
Word Count: 774
Rating: Teen
Spoilers marked by the name

Daniel Bach (chapter 36 Echoes)

I’m not going to go off on a rant like Shaun, but you know I’m not a fan of the media anymore. They’re all turning into ghouls, just wanting to write about human suffering for clicks rather than accountability, and Bach is the absolute worst of them all. Which some might say is normal for war reporters, but it shouldn’t be.

I don’t blame Des for not talking to the guy, but I can’t write him off, either. Because I’ve gone back through and there was a distinct change in his reporting style after Iraq, and now that he’s in Solomon Island, in the Overlook specifically? With all those disappearances at the motel before it closed down? And he’s looking for Theodore Wicker? Now? And portals from Hell popped up in the area? Yeah, maybe the people who said war is hell were onto something.

 

Sheriff Helen Bannerman (Chapter 15 Echoes)

There’s two things I can fault Bannerman for: her taste in men and the fact that she gives up a lot sooner than I’d expect from a strong, independent woman. Not that she’s necessarily independent, given the former, but just saying my standards are higher. I guess someone told her she couldn’t fight city hall, and unlike me she listened.

Well, at least, that’s how it comes across on a first glance. I did some more digging, and it turns out she’s just really sneaky about it. Doesn’t know too much about security, but lucky for her Kingsmouth was more of a side project they were willing to leave to the local Lumie officials rather than an order from the Pyramidion. She’d never stopped her investigations, just the official ones, because she believed that those hurt deserved their answers. Went fairly well until her co-conspirator went and walked right into the sea. I’m not sharing names, though, just in case—they didn’t care about it then, but now that everything’s gone sideways they very well might care now.

 

Ann Radcliffe & Harrison Blake (Chapter 26 Echoes)

You know I don’t tend to bother to keep track of Orochi agent names, just their actions, because of the fact that most of them tend to have the lifespans of fruit flies, basically. These two are an exception, and it’s a big deal that they’re in the field.  If it’s a government joint action that means the president knows a whole of a hell lot more than I’d want her to. They could also be lying.  Unfortunately they keep most of their best tech out of the field which probably doesn’t help their survival ratings, but Radcliffe and Blake are exceptions that prove the rule. Specifically on competence and empathy.

Ann seems sympathetic, but that could always be the nice spy strat. Shaun’s managed to convince me that despite their apparent bumbling and not having a clue what’s going on with magic and such that that’s just a cover, too.

 

Saïd (Chapter 28 Echoes)

The Kingdom are very much up to their old shenanigans, but I’m pretty sure Saïd and the rest of the Mummy Princes of the black market aren’t involved with the sword, specifically. I am a little hurt he didn’t tell me his rivals were back, though. Only a little. I actually get the feeling Saïd thought I knew.

 

Rukh (Chapter 23 Echoes)

Familiars are weird, raven Familiars are weirder, and the mirror’s pretty sure that Rukh’s the absolute weirdest of them all. If Rukh isn’t part of some sort of myth or fairy tale or isn’t the ghost of a dead human reborn or a shapechanging spirit or the cousin of Huginn and Munin or something I’ll eat Shaun’s sweater. Probably one of his wool ones; I’ve read those are vaguely edible compared to synthetics, and I know you shouldn’t believe everything you read online but at the point you’re eating sweaters you’re kind of past the point of no return anyway.

Because we know they’re smart. I mean, they sled in snow. They understand water displacement. They can learn to speak, and understand a lot more than they can say. They understand when people die and mourn their passing. If they liked them. They’re supposedly as smart as a human seven-year old. I mean, I know you know this, and I’m not going to apologize because those videos were more important than any of the meetings you had scheduled that day.

But I swear he was trying to learn the wards when I was practicing. What I can’t work out is...if he was trying to learn to cast them, or get through them.